Glandular Fever

The doctor prescribed orange juice
He got in touch by phone
'We forgot', is what he told me
Thanks.

I found it hard to move on
I had no backers
I make and share
But what if nobody cares?

The juice is hard to swallow
I can't even sing through the swelling
'Pills! That's the answer!'
Gulp.

The seal is broken
The words are flowing
Like bananas in cream
But I don't want to get off the bus.

There is pain down there
People who care
And if I'm not there?
Who cares?